| 914pm
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| I look over to tell you something again
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| I keep forgetting that you’re not home yet
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| 125am
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| & i’m so sick of all my friends
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| & i bet they’re sick of me too, so it’s ok
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| Cause i just
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| Distract myself
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| Til i can’t
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| Feel a thing
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| & i just
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| Numb the pain
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| Til i just
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| Feel the sting
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| & i don’t care
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| If u miss me
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| I won’t say i miss u back
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| I don’t want
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| Another thing from you
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| I don’t want back
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| What we had
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| 545am
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| Everything replaying in my head
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| It’s not the first or last time
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| I’ll make this bed
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| Oh, what a waste
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| Of a beautiful face
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| Baby, you’re too pure
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| For this place anyways…
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| Won’t anyone hear my warning
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| All the sirens in the morning
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| Aren’t the reason
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| That i’m awake
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| Hold my hands while they shake
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| I am trying, dear, but u take
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| & u leave me in the dark
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| Out here |